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pulled the trigger and
    buried a bullet in his first cousin’s head. And seeing her again brought the memories he
    tried to suppress back in vivid detail.
    Johnny Grace had been a disgrace. He had masterminded the hijacking of a missile
    shipment as well as the sale of the weapons, and attempted to place the blame on a young
    woman who his other cousin Dawg Mackay was in love with. To add insult to injury, he
    had then attempted to kill her when he found out Dawg was onto him.
    Saving Crista hadn’t been easy, and Natches had known, as he drove to the rendezvous
    point where Johnny Grace was meeting his lover and coconspirator, that Johnny wouldn’t
    leave there alive. It was a promise Natches had made to himself. Rowdy and Dawg were
    family, like no one else was. If it hadn’t been for them and Rowdy’s father, Ray, Natches
    wouldn’t have survived the turmoil of his own life when he was younger.
    People who knew the Mackays knew you didn’t strike out at one of them. All of them
    came running if you did. And Rowdy’s and Dawg’s wives, Kelly and Crista, were strictly
    hands-off. It was hands-off or Natches would go hunting.
    Johnny should have known better. He should have known Natches would be waiting with
    a bullet for him. But the little fucker had been convinced he could pull it off without
    anyone being the wiser.
    His death had ended the investigation. The missiles had been recovered, the prospective
    buyers had been arrested, and all was supposed to be right in this little part of the world.
    Not that Natches slept any easier at night, but he had found a measure of peace. That
    peace had been hard-won over the past five years, and he had been enjoying the hell out
    of it.
    Until last year.
    He watched as Chaya disappeared into the hotel. Chaya was the pet agent of Timothy
    Cranston, the special agent in charge of investigations. She was his gopher and shit
    wrestler, and as much as it grated on Natches to see her following the snide little man’s
    orders, he had still considered her rather intelligent. Smart enough that he had tried to
    stay the hell away from her.
    Maybe she wasn’t as smart as he had thought. Because she was back here, and he’d be
    damned if any of his sources had warned him of an operation going down here.
    What that operation was, either no one knew, or no one was telling him.
    He rubbed at his lower lip and stared at the hotel entrance she had disappeared into. She
    hadn’t looked happy to be back—she’d looked worn, tired, as though she had slept about
    as much as he had in the past year. Which amounted to less than nothing. And she looked
    damned good enough to eat. Unfortunately, she wasn’t much into being a snack for him.
    So why was Miss Dane currently taking up residence in his fair town again? It had to be
    under orders, because he’d warned her, she wasn’t safe here, least of all from him. If she
    wanted to keep to that cold, lonely bed of hers then she should have found another town
    to sleep in.
    He was brought out of his contemplation when his cousin Rowdy pulled his pickup in
    beside the jeep. On the other side, Dawg pulled in, his black dual cab taking up space and
    rumbling like the powerful machine it was.
    He glanced to each side, taking in his cousins as they moved from the vehicles. The wind
    shifted through Dawg’s black hair, which wasn’t near as long as he used to wear it, but
    Rowdy’s hair, an identical black, was longer.
    Married life was keeping them decent in too damned many ways. Dawg had a decent
    haircut, and Rowdy let his grow out. Dawg was broader than the other cousin, a few
    years older. They were both just as damned powerful and irritating as they ever were.
    And irritating they could be. Married and shackled and tied so damned tight to their
    wives that if a man just breathed in those women’s directions, their hackles rose. But they
    still came when he called, and the thought of that tugged at something inside him. One of
    those bits